Thunder booms across the deep blue sky, shades of darkness closing in. It's only four in the afternoon and yet, a vast shadow already engulfs the region. Strong winds chills the air and blows variety of leaves from plants and trees that randomly surrounds the neighbor.

Within one of the residence, a girl lay on the coldness of her pillows, clutching her chest as she tries to stop the pain and the tears falling from her eyes; but it didn't let her. It's rather perplexing to her as it's this particular weather has a soothing and comforting embrace on her, letting her breathe easy. She could have been outside, inhaling the fragrance of the sea as the air transports it around. She could have been enjoying the gloom outside, awaiting for the upcoming rain and forgetting the now. Instead, she lets her health once again continue to deteriorate laying there- throughout the morning refusing to take a meal. In this constant state of hers, can you blame her? There were times when she'd rather throw up the food she consumes instead; hunger mainly absent. She couldn't properly swallow it.

A day would pass and the craving would be nonexistent, but what exists is the constant pain in her chest every beat of her heart. Although these would not scratch the entire surface of what's yet to come.

The supposed safety of this room she takes refuge in turned precarious against her aggravated chest mixed with pain, dread, sadness and fear. Every decision and sustenance she partook, rejected by her own system, creating a false sense of insecurity. It is the sole reason for her isolation.

Crumpled papers and spilled water lay waste on the floor. Clothes left wrinkled in the cabinet she promised to iron herself. Dusts blurring the mirror but it could never hide the debilitation that she's going through. Soot occupies some parts of the wall, traces of cloth are visible of an attempt to clean it half way.

The black-haired girl sits up and grabs her phone, hesitantly. Music would always alleviate any negativity from her life, whether it be stress or sadness. With it being the last resort, she takes her earphones and shut the world. To no avail,  it only irritates and brings more discomfort to her after two songs, heightening as she press skip. It was a constant, indecipherable battle that spilled and corrupts the very sole comfort she have. As if some cruel curse casted on upon her, the very melody assuaging each momentary awake becomes a poisong to the neverending crushing pain in her chest. The very sound that lulled and ameliorated her now pierces her heart. No matter the distraction, this......this strange scourge follows her, compelling her every decision.

She fails to understand once more. With all her desperation, she pleads to be taken away from all of this, she whispers to herself. The lights flickers and goes off. With the instant occurence afterwards, some would have thought their wishes was about to begin, but no it's just another power outage. She fumbles her way to the darkness until her eyes adjusts to see the door.

Expectedly, the gushing wind and scenery from the windows did nothing to uplift her. In her last attempt, she goes downstairs to go out before it drizzles.

"Did you wake up just now?" She heard the anger in her mother's voice.

"No." Her voice hoarse.

"Where are you going?" Her mother's voice raising without spotting the weariness and redness in her eyes. Thank the borders of her glasses and disheveled hair.

"Just a second." She never looked back neither does she have the energy to be specific.

So she ventures out of the grounds of the house made of thin ice and felt the release of the solid heaviness she carried to tread lightly of its surface, letting her walk with ease and relief.

The eerie silence on the streets didn't frighten her, nor the howl in the winds, but the growing discomfort and heaviness inside her that still remains. Is she going to be like this forever?

To her left, she continues to stroll until she sees a house below the small slope, barricaded by a concrete wall. In she went the gate after she sees a girl tuning her guitar outside.

"You okay?" Her cousin asked.

"I just woke up so..."

"Quite obvious."

The girl places her back at the stainless handrail, opposite to her cousin. They both start conversing, yet nothing changes. It hinders her from being fully attentive to the present, resulting in few dry responses. With her devices in low batteries and a power outage, there's nothing to do. Back then, she'd embrace the lightless room and took solace in it, but now she fears it. It's all so confusing.

"This happened yesterday as well. I hope it won't last as long as yesterday." The girl sighs, pertaining to the electrical failure.

"You're just not used to it. I don't mind it, actually. It's quite nice." With a hint of smugness, she starts humming a fun tone while strumming her guitar.

"It does has some benefits, like just being able to hang out like this."

"I guess."

"You don't have any plans to go inside?"

"I'll go when it rains. And it was sunny yesterday too."

With nothing more to say, she listens as her cousin starts playing her guitar. No words uttered as she didn't want to disturb her further more. With the final piece they part ways after the girl requested both of their favorite song be played. It's getting dark and droplets of rain started falling. Dinner is also being served, but the girl still felt no hunger.

It is only then the light came back after the meals. She sits on the bed and stares at the mirror. The bags under her sunken eyes apparent through her glasses. Her dry and chapped lips lack the hydration it needs. It's unsightly to look at- the first time in days she took a closer look at herself.

The girl opens the fan and closes the light with her trembling hands. She tries to sleep with her heavy heart. Surely at some point, her energy from this will grow weary and deep sleep will finally embrace her. Surely... as it always has been. But what's not expected is for her to wake up in the middle of a forest drenched in blood, numerous cuts on her night gown. As opposed to the gruesome state, butterflies with different shades flew around the flowers and the broken katana. Dappled light shone on her face as she lay on the garden of plants, though that did not wake her, but a voice calling out her name.